i’ve been on fire lately
burning with fever, afraid to let you go
the excruciating pain
the thought of being alone

don’t go
don’t leave

you are my everything
the blood in my veins
the music in my head
the noise in my heart
the smile that you dread
the whisper that you claim
the touch of your lips
the stare of everything kind

i am nothing without you
non-existent
vanished
gone

© simon whittle — 19.0128